Zem is taciturn and stoic in typical dwarven fashion, his face craggy, his hair black. He bares a large scar across his left temple and he has crinkles when he squints. He chooses his words poorly and commonly alienates those who might be his friends. Most curious of all he is prone to make wild claims about his origins after several rounds of ale. These claims revolve around the fact that he is a prince of kingdom no one has ever heard of, set in land that is on no maps. Whether this is a delusion or alcohol induced madness no one can say but he is able to speak with authority about this dwarves kingdom of Aregoth, as he calls it. He will ramble on at length about his grandfather and father and their many works and the great vastness of their ancestral halls. If asked where they lie? He can not explain, he remembers being on a deep patrol beyond the lower gates of the Kingdom and then nothing... He found himself alone in the Hinterlands. Friendless, Godless, and lost.